The Billionaire's Waitress Boxed Set

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

“You’re late Bitches. Get your asses in gear and get out there.” The boss squinted at them through orange, greasy hair.

“Sorry, Maggie,” they said, chiming in unison.

“My car broke down. It’s my fault Brie is late. She came and picked me up. I take full responsibility.”

They stormed toward restaurant floor.

“Can we sue her for that?” Brie said. “She can’t talk to us like that.”

Nia watched her friend put her apron and tucked in her own blouse. “I’m getting to think that is a normal way of speaking in Texas,” she said.

“I don’t think so,” Brie waved her finger and shook her head at the same time. “That b***h is dead out of place.” She sauntered off.

She and Brie juggled several tables at the restaurant that night. At slow periods, she couldn’t help but wonder about his soft, brown hair, and his crisp clean shirt. His gaze had intoxicated her.

She reached in her apron pocket and felt for her phone. She thumbed through to his email from this morning. So formal, but adorable. You’re skill has not gone unnoticed. Who talks like that? All I did was bring the man food.

“I think he’s trying to buy himself some attention,” Nia said.

“Who?” Brie puckered her face.

“Jake Carlton.” The words rolled off her lips like she had said his name a hundred times before.

“How the hell did we get on the subject of Jake Carlton?”

Nia rolled her eyes and turned to walk away. Brie called out after her.

“Jake Carlton doesn’t need to buy attention. He can have any woman in Houston if he wanted. It ain’t no secret. Women been flocking to him for the last ten years. He ain’t put a ring on the finger of any of ‘em. But that don’t stop women from throwing themselves at him.”

“Well, I won’t be doing any flocking. This is obviously just a standard game for him. I don’t need any man’s money and I certainly don’t need any man in my life f*****g up things.” Nia shook her head. “Who does he think he is, anyway? If he thinks he can just waltz in here, pay a thousand dollars, and say a couple cute one-liners, he is sadly mistaken. I am not for sale.”

Brie raised her eyebrows and lowered her head a little.. “Pfff.. well, yes Ma’am!”

Nia stalked out of the kitchen.

She brushed some hair out of her face. Her forehead now had a grimy, thick layer from sweat and dirt. She rubbed the thick of it, smearing it around her face. She headed for the bathroom. She splashed water into her face and reapplied her lip color.

She grabbed her purse and headed to the front door. “You going to give me a ride home, right?

“Yeah, gimme a few minutes. This baby threw up on one of the high chairs.”

“Ewww,” Nia said. “K, I’ll be waiting outside. I’m so done with this place tonight.”

She pushed the heavy front door to the restaurant open and let herself out. She looked at the cars parked in front of the restaurant. Shiny rims. She examined the car. It wasn’t the cook’s car. Isn’t that the same black Town Car from earlier?

Nia’s eyes grew wider. Blood drained from her face. Her legs stiffened. Same car.

She whipped around and reached for the heavy, metal door handle of the restaurant. She yanked hard. “f**k!” She willed the door through terrified eyes.

A strong hand grabbed her in the darkness. It held on to her tight. Her bones chilled.

“Aaaaiiieeee!” Nia screamed. She reached up to bang on the restaurant glass. That arm was also grabbed in a stronghold. Her assailant was now behind her. His breaths poured on to her neck.

Her hairs stood upward. She inched her arms away from the tight grasp. Just as she freed them, she spun around to face her attacker. She gasped for air. It’s him.

She felt his hand on the back of her neck, shoving her head toward his. He breathed warmth on the corner of her mouth. She scanned his wild eyes.

He sniffed her, inhaling deeply. He brushed his soft lips over her open mouth. Then he plunged into them, strong, daring. His tongue moved inside her mouth, shooting forward again and again. He pressed on.

Nia began to whimper soft moans of delight. Her shoulders relaxed, and she felt her back arching. She wanted more. Her arms were putty in his embrace. Her legs wavered while they opened slightly. Blood rushed to her pelvic area, and her juices began to well at her opening. She didn’t dare lift her arms to embrace him. She received all that he offered.

She closed her eyes. He stopped. She found his hazel eyes yearning. Her arms and legs weakened with desire, as she allowed her weight to be half-supported by his tight embrace. Beads of sweat formed above her lip.

“You okay?” Jake whispered, centimeters away from her face.

Nia cleared her throat. “Yeah. You just scared me. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be out here.”

“I uh…heard your car was out, and I figured you could use a lift.”

She straightened her shoulders. “How’d you know about that?”

He flashed a look toward the Town Car and then looked back at her.

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Ah, you had me followed. How’d you even get my address? And what about your girl--”

“Claire?

“Yes,” she said, frowning. “Claire.” The b***h has soured that name.

“She drove back up to Austin this morning. She lives there. She was supposed to leave tomorrow, but something came up with one of my properties that I had to deal with.”

He drew closer until his warm lips touched hers.

Stop. Her mouth relaxed as she allowed him entry. His firm tongue protruded into her mouth. She heard a faint voice in the background.

“Uh…excuse me. I don’t mean to interrupt anything,” Brie said, standing at the door. “We can go now, Nia.” Brie looked as though she could have strangled Jake with her bare hands.

“Hi,” Jake said, turning to her. “My driver will make sure Nia gets home safe and sound tonight.”

Nia looked at Jake, then at her friend. Then she eyed the Town Car. “I don’t think so,” she said. I’m not about to get in that car.

“Why not? Wilson says he will be on his best behavior.” Jake nodded once at the driver, who stood with the passenger’s door wide open.

Nia closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Do not get in this car.

“Okay. But only if we go straight home. My grandmother is waiting up for me.” Lie. She’s fast asleep by 9 every night of the week. Nia bit her lip and flattened both of her feet on the ground.

“What?!” Brie pouted her mouth, squinting her eyes. “Are you out of your mind? What about what we talked about in there?” She pointed toward the kitchen, her voice stern. Her back hunched from looking down at Nia.

Nia looked down at the ground. “It’s just a ride home. That’s all.”

“Tsss…I don’t have time for this,” Brie looked away, and waved her hand down at Nia. “See ya later girl. Stay safe.” She pressed her unlock button on her keys, then headed for her car.

A cold shiver sneaked up Nia’s spine. Her mind begged for Brie to wait. She let out a barely audible quiver. Then she turned to examine Jake. I’m sure he’s fine. A man like Jake Carlton wouldn’t harm a fly….would he?

He stood with his soft lips closed, staring intently into her eyes. He said nothing. He held his hand out to her, and stood next to the door of the luxury sedan.

Nia bit her lip. She looked from Jake to the car, and then back to Jake.

She lowered her shoulders, and drew in a breath. She placed her hand in his, then stepped into the car. Jake closed the car door with two hands.

She sat with her hands on her lap, peeping at the two men outside her window. Wilson was as black as she was. He looked like he was in his late sixties, his hair graying on both sides. He wore a black hat, and ribbed, black, vested sweater. Jake gave a friendly hand to Wilson’s shoulder, then he walked around to the other side of the car. He got inside and gave her a lopsided smile.

“All comfy?” Jake said, leaning toward her.

She nodded and studied the man who sat next to her.

“Wilson, Nia. Nia, Wilson.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Wilson,” she said.

“Thank you Miss Jones. We have been awaiting your arrival.”

Jake raised his eyebrows, c****d his head to the side, and formed his lips as if to whistle. “Alright now, Wilson.”

“How are you enjoying our Texas weather?” Jake asked her.

“I’m not sure which I like better. The heat or the mosquitoes.”

“You been through a storm yet?” His Texan accent came on heavier.

“No.”

“They get pretty fierce around these parts. You’ll be wishing you had the heat and mosquitoes,” He smiled at her, then sat further back in his seat.

She looked out of the window to check the street names.

Jake eyed her as she turned her head back around. “There’s a place I’d like to show you.”

“No, I’m sorry, I can’t,” she answered, her voice constricted.

He looked at her mouth while she spoke. Did he not hear the instructions to take me straight home? She sighed and watched the coming street through the front windshield.

He moved closer. His lips launched into hers.

His warm mouth felt so familiar to her now. She could feel the fervor of his desire playing upon her tongue. She immediately relaxed her shoulders, and allowed him entry.

She let out a small whimper. He magnetized her. His lips, his touch, the way he smelled. He knows. He knows how badly I want him. He responded to her whimper.

“Wilson, take us to Jack’s.”

She pulled away. “Who’s Jack? I need to get home.”

“There is no Jack. It’s my jazz bar.”

She gasped. “That’s your bar? I’ve heard of that place.” Nia’s eyes lit up. “My mama always loved jazz.” She let out a smile.

“Ah. Who’s her favorite?”

She looked at the carpeted floor of the car. “Wynton Marsalis. I don’t have many memories of her, but I do remember her putting him on the turntable.” She closed her eyes and smiled.

“I’m sorry, Nia.”

“Oh, thank you. But it’s okay. They both passed away when I was little.” Nia had said the words many times, but it still ached each time she said it.

Jake took her small hand into his large palm and rested it there, while Wilson plowed through Houston’s night.

“Ah. Here we are,” he said. “Just take us around back, Wilson.”

Cars lined up down the block. Guys wrapped their arms around decked out girls.

“I’ve never been out clubbing in Houston before. Am I dressed okay?” She asked.

“Nia, I don’t think the club has ever seen a more beautiful creature walk through the door,” Jake said, his eyes focused on her.

She reached in her purse for her compact mirror and lip color. She moistened her lips, rubbed them together, then stepped out of the car. Wilson held the door open for her, giving her a hand with balance. Is this all some sort of weird fairytale?

“Thank you, Wilson,” she said, flashing a smile.

She looked at Jake. “Just one drink,” she said, holding out her index finger.

He grabbed on to the finger as she lowered it, and then they snuck through a small blue door. Inside, the aroma of Creole food filled the air.

“This sorta looks like the kitchen at Arnie’s,” she said, looking around.

As they walked through, everybody saluted them and some bowed their heads. A dark-haired man dressed in a black Armani suit came to greet them.

“Nia, this is Thomas Stanley. He’s doing a fine job of running the place.”

Thomas embraced her hand and said, “So pleased to meet you Nia. If I can be of any service whatsoever, please don’t hesitate to call for me.”

“Well, thank you Thomas. Nice to meet you.”

“Everyone is so nice here,” she said as they headed for the dining room entrance.

Jake smiled and said, “Well, I’m a nice guy, what did you expect? Treat people well, and they treat you well.”

When they reached the other side of the door, another staff member greeted them with a notepad.

“Hello Mr. Carlton,” the young clean-cut blond said. He held out a hand to her. “Who is this lovely lady?”

“She is Nia. She is divine, isn’t she?” Jake looked sideways at her. His eyes lit up and rested on her smile.

“Absolutely. Your table is open. Shall we?”

The man ushered them to a small, round table sitting to the side of the stage. A white table cloth surrounded the table, and a red, low candlelight sat in the middle. The waiter pulled out two chairs, and placed their menus on the table. Jake pulled his chair over to hers, then sat down with her.

“I’ll have my regular, and she’ll have--”

“White wine, please,” Nia said, finishing Jake’s sentence.

“Bring out the Corton-Charlemagne, Joe. Scratch my regular. I’ll have what she’s having.”

“Beautiful place. Who is everybody here to see?”

“I think it’s James Louis, a young trumpeter out of the Third Ward.”

The lights dimmed, and on walked a keen, young man into the spotlight. His hair was styled into a tight afro, and he wore a beige, vested sweater. He began with a solo, then was later joined by a pianist and a drummer. He played his trumpet hard and fast.

The music intoxicated her. She could see Jake spying on her from the corner of her eye.

The trumpeter slowed down to play a smooth ballad.

Jake moved closer. “Beautiful night. Beautiful music. Beautiful woman. A man couldn’t ask for anything more.” He leaned forward and kissed her softly. She felt his soul beckoning for more. She opened her mouth freely, allowing him entrance, once again.

He brushed ever so gently over her lips, his tongue dancing with hers. The smoothness of the jazz trumpet moved them into a synchronized rhythm, each revealing the depth of their desire.

He raised his arm. “Check,” he said to the waiter.

“You pay for the drinks at your own restaurant?” She asked.

“If I don’t, the accountant gets off-balanced.”

The waiter brought the bill. Jake settled the bill. “Ready?”

A frown crept up to her mouth. He’s keeping his word. I’ll give him that. “Yes.”

She stood up and grasp her chair for balance. Jake held her waist. He whispered, “I got you,” into her ear. He pressed his hand into the small of her back, guiding her toward the exit.

Outside, Wilson had the car waiting at the back door. Jake opened the car door and let her in. She sat inside and closed her eyes. She felt warmth.

Jake got in his side of the car. He closed the door and swiveled to wrap his arms around her. His warm embrace felt like red velvet. He plunged into her. She held her head back, looking away. She sensed his hunger. She returned to his gaze and pressed her lips into his neck. Sandalwood.

She felt the hand on her inner thigh advance into the warmth of her lace panties. Her breaths became heavier. She felt the wetness strewing down on to the cotton patch of the lace. Please don’t. I can’t.

She parted her thighs slightly. His fingers lingered on her thigh, then explored their way to her opening. He began a slow circle on her smooth c**t. His fingers glided on the same track ever so gently. What is doing to me.

“Feels so good,” she whispered. She examined the hunger in his eyes.

He hastened his circling. She heard his breaths quickening. Then he stopped. Suddenly, two long fingers entered her canal.

He then breathed in a pattern that matched her own. He reached in deeper. He closed his eyes and curled his lips upward.

“You feel amazing inside,” he said. His gaze lingered, his eyes watching her every response.

She opened her thighs a little more, welcoming his heated touch. Her skirt inched upward. She lifted her p***y slightly, bracing her feet on the car floor.

His smooth fingers fit inside her well, triggering a wave of pleasure.

He immersed his tongue into her mouth, motioning back and forth. His fingers did the same. His other hand moved to massage her right breast. She sighed. Don’t ever stop.

She looked up, removed her mouth from his, and straightened her clothing to fit over her chest.

“I think this is moving a little too fast for me.”

“Absolutely. I agree. I just can’t control myself when I’m around you. You’re just so damn sexy, Nia.”

Jake removed his eyes from her realm and looked out to the street. Then he shot a glance at his driver.

“Tanglewood.”

Wilson looked in the rear view mirror and nodded at the command. He veered a sharp right, and continued down a dark, foresty road, lit by a crescent moon.